LEGEND OF THE DEMON KING.
12.BLACK GOAT.
Even if the Tan clan was not here, it would still be important to undergo this fight for the sake of a careful scheme.
This battle did not follow logic, as his boiling blood dictated his movements.
The bloodthirsty look in Tan Wen Hong's eyes caught You Quan off guard.
Common sense told him that his first move should have taken Tan Wen Hong's life, and even if he escaped by a miracle, he would be scared to death.
But instead of being afraid, Tan Wen Hong showed sensation and thirst for battle.
“Can...”.
You Quan thought of something but was forced to block.
Bam!
The blood palm exploded in his hand, pushing it back again and again. When he finally stopped, his hands dripped with blood.
Only
“Sepupu, be careful. Even Cai Rong suffered from this palm.” Sun Yufei suggested.
You Quan frowned, his casual expression turned serious, “This will be troublesome. Never expected to meet someone like him.”.
He saw Tan Wen Hong grinning and he sighed inside, while also raising his vigilance.
If I had known, I wouldn't have gotten caught up in this.
The cultivation of demons had one goal: strength. Meanwhile, the straight path follows the set rules to form a solid foundation and advance step by step.
Due to this savage pursuit, the demon cultivators were seen as insane, using all despicable means to increase their strength. This was why true cultivators were afraid of them.
Fighting them was the same as fighting a madman.
With this knowledge in mind, You Quan began to regret fighting back
Tan Wen Yong's. Despite being confident in his success, fighting an unscrupulous demon cultivator would definitely bring negative repercussions on his part.
“I have to finish this quickly.” You Quan's eyes shone with killing intent and a deep blue energy shot out from his palm.
The surrounding air turned cold in an instant and even Tan Yunchang, who was ten feet away, felt a chill bite down on him.
He realized the danger and his heart panicked. But before he could warn Tan Wen Yong, You Quan turned into a black shadow and attacked. All the flowers along the way withered.
“High rank mortal martial arts, Hell's Claws.”
Bam!
The blackish cold energy smashed into Tan Wen Yong's chest until the latter spat out blood along with a piece of ice.
“Huh, I have your heart. No matter what you try to do, it is useless. ”
You Quan was happy his sudden attack was successful and relaxed.
There were four layers of strength between them, and even if a demon cultivator, no matter the strange technique or savagery, once one's heart was in a bad state, he was unable to use most of his strength.
It is the same as helpless.
Sun Yufei cheers on the success of his cousin, “Kill him.” While Luo Yunchang and the others were nervous.
Nodding inwardly, despite knowing his cousin was rash and prone to anger, You Quan had to admit that his words this time were true. The enemies of demon cultivators should not be allowed to live.
Because the retaliation of a demon cultivator would always be cruel.
Now, another dark blue palm leads to the head of Tan Wen Yong, “Huh, die!”
Luo Yunchang and the others were startled, hearts in their throats.
“Blood Site!” Tan Wen Yong shouted, remaining in the position of executing the movement.
“That's impossible!”
You Quan crawled up to his feet and held onto his chest with an expression of disbelief, “I sealed your heart, how can you still use martial arts?”
“Huh, there's nothing Tan Wen Yong can't do!” Tan Yunhai stuck out his chin as Tan Yunchang and the others laughed in relief.
But then, Tan Wen Yong spewed another mouthful of blood. A hole suddenly now adorned his chest, which was bleeding.
“A-what happened?” Tan Yunchang was stunned as Captain Pang rushed to support the collapsed Tan Wen Yong.
Only You Quan understood and chuckled, “He seemed to deliberately blow his heart when I used my skill on him to break away from the clutches of Hell Claw. He won't live long.”
“What did you say?” Tan Yunchang was nervous.
Ignoring him, You Quan mocked the blurry-eyed Tan Wen Yong, “Sadly. If you are on my stage, your move will end in mutual destruction. But it ends by hastening your death. Even hurt, I can finish you.”
He rushed over to Tan Wen Yong and, although his speed was decreasing, it was not something that Tan Yunchang and the others could overcome.
“No!” Tan Yunchang jumped in front of Tan Wen Yong with his hands outstretched. You Quan sneered, “He-he-he, young miss Tan, I don't like to kill you.”
Whooshing sound!
The members of the Tan clan saw You Quan's claws but were powerless to stop him from approaching Tan Wen Yong's head.
You Quan wanted to kill Tan Wen Yong in front of them.
Sensing the danger coming, Tan Wen Yong smiled strangely.
Bam!
Suddenly, those blackish claws were caught in a vice-like grip.
“Middle rank martial arts, Hidden Dragon Claws?”
You Quan raised his head to find a warm face greeting him. It belonged to a young man around eighteen years old, wearing golden clothes and a scientific face, yet possessing a pair of sharp eyes.
“Long Jie?” You Quan gnashed his teeth.
Sun Yufei was startled, “Covered Dragon Pavilion ..”
“You Quan, do you need to kill for every small mistake?” Long Jie smiled.
“Huh, that's my business, come out.”
Shaking his head, Long Jie might look good, but there was a certain determination in her eyes, “I was ordered by Uncle Jiu to protect the Luo clan. If you want to kill him, you have to go through me. ”
“Why the Shrouded Dragon Pavilion suddenly ..”
Sun Yufei trembled, never imagining the Tan clan could get help from the Covert Dragon Pavilion.
The Sun Clan was under the protection of the Hell Valley and although the Tan clan only had four people, they had the Shrouded Dragon Pavilion to support them. Based on the background, the only clan that could fight against the Sun clan in Windgaze City was the Tan clan.
This deflated Sun Yufei's superiority. A clan under the support of the Covert Dragon Pavilion would definitely rise.
Staring at Tan Yunchang, Sun Yufei barely hid the hatred in his eyes.
“Huh, Long Jie, we have the same power. You think you can protect them? ” You Quan looked at Tan Wen Yong who was hanging on a thread with killing intent.
With a serious face, Long Jie said coldly, “You Quan, don't forget your injuries. You think you can match me like now?”
Before he could reply, Long Jie said, “I know what you want to say, that a demon cultivator can show 120% of his strength. But if we fight here, it will lead to an open war between our houses. Are you ready to take on that kind of responsibility? ”
You Quan hesitated.